Imagine you being featured on an episode of Talking Smack along with James Ellsworth. Knowing that you are Dean’s girlfriend, he tries to plead his case to you and to the world about how sorry he is, but due to your raging hormones, you lose your temper.
Imagine being backstage at Backlash and watching Dean’s match against AJ Styles. You know he’s been working so hard for tonight, so to see him lose the title to AJ, you figured he’s going to be really upset when he comes back to the locker room.
Just right after you wished Dean good luck on his match and gave him a kiss, you settled in on the couch in Dean’s locker room and turned on the TV. Tonight was the first night of your vacation from work so you flew from Las Vegas to Richmond, VA to attend Backlash. It was difficult to watch Dean fight because you knew he was one to take it to the next level. You’ve been there for him since his CZW days so you figured that’s where your fear came from. So you never really sat in the audience when it came to attending the show. It was hard to even watch on TV, but Dean needed you. He needed you to cheer him on one way or another, and if you couldn’t do it in person then you figured watching him on TV and cheering him on either from home or backstage will have to do until you can actually stomach down being there in person.
Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.
"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.
"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."
With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.
You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.
A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.
When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.
Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.
As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.
"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.
You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.
After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.
Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.
After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.
You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.
You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.
You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.
He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.
What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.
He loved you.
He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.
He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.
At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.
He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."
He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.
When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.
After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.
"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.
"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.
"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"
Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.
"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.
You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.
Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.
You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.
"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.
"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.
"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.
"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.
"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.
You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.
Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.
As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.
"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.
"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.
Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.
He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.
As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.
You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.
You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"
"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.
"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.
The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.
The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.
"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.
"I love it."
You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.
He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.
You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.
The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.
You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.
Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.
As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.
"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"
He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.
"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.
When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.
"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.
"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.
As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."
i love it when you write for mat!!! can you do 10 and 11 from the drunken love confessions list please? so happy you're back by the way, and hope you're doing well!!!!!!!!!!
10.) “I love you. But that’s a secret. So I won’t tell you about it.” & 11.) “You’re drunk.” “Yes. And hopelessly in love with you.” with Mathew Barzal
"Oh Jesus," you hear Tyson mutter, and you look up briefly from the grill at his tone.
"What is it Josty?" You ask, casting your glance back down to the grill to flip the burgers.
"Mat's wasted." He says, eyes focused on where Mat's stationed a few feet away at the beer pong table with the rest of your friends. You try to ignore how good he looks, but fail miserably.
He's got on a black hat, position backwards on his head, black swim trunks, and he's shirtless and sweaty, body glistening ridiculously in the light of the summer sunset.
You tear your eyes away, trying to direct your focus on not burning the burgers in front of you. "He's just having fun," you say.
Unbeknownst to you, Tyson and his little sister, Kacey, exchange knowing looks from where they're standing next to you, Kacey mixing drinks at the outdoor bar and Tyson setting up the rest of the food on the counter next to you.
You'd been best friends with Kacey since you were nine, had grown up alongside the Jost's and been coming to their lake house in Kelowna for the summer for the last ten years, and they both knew you like the back of their hand.
So they obviously knew you'd been madly in love with Mat ever since Tyson introduced you all those summers ago now, even if you'd never managed to admit it out loud to any of them.
They saw how you'd go quiet whenever he entered the room, like you needed a second to be able to accept the fact that he was even in your space before you pretended like nothing was wrong. How when Mat was being a little shit or a little annoying, you always vouched for him, insisting he wasn't doing anything wrong. Or like how whenever he spoke to you, or how you spoke to him, you had that look in your eye that said "How is he even real?"
"I'll take over the grill," Tyson says, already scooting you out of the way and reaching for the spatula in your hand. "You should probably get Mat inside. He looks like he's one beer away from puking all over the place."
You frown a little, glancing between Mat and Josty. You've seen Mat when he's wasted, and while he's definitely inebriated, he's not that bad right now.
Still, you listen to Tyson, wiping your hand on a dish towel before heading over to the beer pong table.
The game ends just as you get there, and apparently Mat had managed to win, because the next thing you know he's cheering, arms in the air, and then bringing them down to wrap you in a tight hug when you make it to his side.
"Hell yeah!" He exclaims, swinging you around a little, and everyone laughs, including you, amused by Mat and his antics.
"Look at you go," you say, then tug on one of the arms he has wrapped around your shoulder. "Hey, I need some help bringing out a case of water, think you can manage?"
Mat nods, dropping his hands and following you as you start to head inside.
Just as you're about to pass Tyson and Kacey on your way in, Mat reaches out, grabbing onto the scrunchie around your wrist and hooking his finger inside. Tyson and Kacey exchange looks with wide eyes behind your back, completely missing the way your cheeks heat up.
You lead Mat into the kitchen and to the pantry where the extra cases of water are, and grab one from the case for him.
"Here," you start to say, turning around, but you stumble back a little when you find Mat completely in your space, him trying to wiggle his hand inside your scrunchie so it practically cuffs you together.
You laugh nervously, "What are you up to?"
"Trying to get you to hold my hand." He says, like it's obvious.
Your brain short circuits, and you nearly drop the water bottle. "W-what?"
He's still staring down at your hands, where they both rest secured by your scrunchie, and he smiles a little when he turns his wrist, brushing your palms together.
"Mat?" You ask, but he doesn't look at you.
"I have a secret, you know." Is all he says in response.
"Are you supposed to share secrets when you're drunk?"
He scoffs a little. "Course you can."
"Well..." you start, a little unsure of how to proceed. "What's your secret?"
“I love you. But that’s a secret. So I won’t tell you about it.”
Your entire world screeches to a halt, and this time, you do drop the water bottle, both of you ignoring it as it tumbles to the floor and rolls away a little.
"You...what?" You stutter out. "You’re drunk."
"Yes. And hopelessly in love with you." He says, linking your hands together. Finally, he looks at you then, a small smile on his face. "There, now we're holding hands."
You can't seem to find the words to speak, too stunned to be able to function. There's no way he's telling the truth, absolutely none.
Slowly and gently, you pull the scrunchie off of your wrists, untangling your hands so you can grab the water bottle from the floor. When you look back at Mat, he's frowning a little, but you ignore it, holding the water bottle out to him. "Here, you should drink some of this before we bring the rest out."
He stares at your outstretched hand for a second, then smiles, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig, the previous moment seemingly forgotten.
And for a second, you don't know what's worse. The fact that he dropped it so quickly, or that you can't tell whether or not he was actually telling the truth.
for the drunken love confessions prompt, can you please do something with #20 🫶🏼
20.) "You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream." with Mathew Barzal
"Oh god, he's wasted" you say, breathing out a laugh, eyes following along as Ethan all but manhandles Mat back to the table.
From beside you, Lenasia snorts. "Good luck getting him home."
You turn to where she's sitting and gently rocking Gracie in her arms. "This is technically your fault, you know," you tease the bride. "He's drunk because of you."
Lenasia shrugs, and you both watch, amused, as Ethan gathers both of Mat's unruly hands in his own, trying to guide Mat into his chair beside you. "It's my wedding, everyone should be drunk."
"Ease up bud," Ethan tells Mathew, handing him a glass of water. "I don't wanna hear about your hangover in the morning."
Mat scoffs, but takes the glass anyway. "M' fine," he says, and as he leans back in his chair, he seems to finally notice that you're sitting beside him, and a large smile grows on his face.
You frown a little, knowing exactly what's coming next, while Lenasia smirks and Ethan barks out a laugh.
"Well hello there beautiful," Mat drawls, "are you having a good night?"
"I am," you say, raising a brow as Mat's eyes start to slowly roam over your face. "You seem like you're having fun, too."
"I am now," he agrees, offering you his 'good boy' smile. "Now that I'm looking at the most expensive piece of art in the world."
The groan that escapes you is muffled by the laughs of the bride and groom, and your head snaps to them, eyes narrowed. "Don't encourage him."
"Don't boss the bride and groom around," Lenasia chastises, "That's illegal."
"No it isn't," you say, scrunching your nose, and Mat makes a soft sound.
Your attention diverts back to him immediately, to where he's got this fond look on his face. "You're so pretty."
You huff, ignoring the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. "You're drunk."
"You're still pretty," he muses, setting the glass down on the table and turning his body towards yours.
"Thank you," you say, watching carefully as Mat leans forward, resting his elbow on the table as he leans closer to you.
"You're such a great wedding date," he says, thinking out loud. "It's like you're almost too great, you know?"
"Here we go again," Ethan mutters, and Lenasia nudges him with her elbow, careful not to disturb Gracie in the process.
"You're nice," Mat drawls, then gestures to Lenasia and Ethan, "All my friends like you, you like all my friends-"
"Well she's my bridesmaid, so I sure hope so." Lenasia mutters, and you shoot her a look, ignoring her snickering.
"And you're a total bombshell," Mat continues, eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile stretches across his face. "You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream."
"Oh yuck," Ethan murmurs, and Lenasia elbows him again.
Mat reaches for your hand then, thumb rubbing the back of it in gentle circles. When his thumb hits your ring, his motions pause, and the smile on his face instantly drops, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"You're married?!" He asks, completely shell shocked.
You sigh, exasperated, and Lenasia and Ethan burst out laughing beside you, Gracie bursting into her own fit of giggles just from observing her parents.
"I am," you say to Mat patiently.
"To who?!" He exclaims, head snapping up to look at you. "Who is he?"
"I'm married to you, Mathew." You say, grabbing his left hand and holding it up in front of his face so he can see his own wedding band.
His jaw drops. You are?"
"For two years now," you confirm, dropping his hand and reaching for his glass of water. You hand it to him, wrapping his fingers around the glass and pushing it to his mouth. "Now drink up, I don't want to have to explain this to you for a third time tonight."
I hate long distance Relationships💔💔💔💔 I pretty much just got called stingy towards him, he basically told me he rather be single then have a "stingy" lady. He said that I didn't have a heart. He also promised me that he wouldn't leave agian like the past but I guess he broke his promise💔💔😔😔😔 but I guess it's all okay because I feel in love with him💔💔💔
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